Awaiting a Smile
He sits alone, still and wondering
as the cascading wind cleanses his soul.
His mind it does pause, as he looks out yonder,
and muses about life's role.
Unsure I am of how he sees the world,
alone in this tranquil space,
a mosaic of colour,
among the foliage of flowering lace.
Life enters his zone, on a wing of grace,
as he considers each name in the debate,
The Robin, the Wren, the Plover, the Lark,
his mind does elevate.
The soothing, the serene, the space opposing the park
adds a view an emerald blanket, as he stares out through the dark.
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